Love under the Moon...

Chapter One: My Broken Home

[A/N: it switches between the two main character's P.O.V.; it starts with the girl and switches to the guy! Enjoy the story!!!]

"Broken. That's all life is. Living in this house was hell. I'm sure the devil would laugh at me. No help from anyone from this backwater town, well more like rich idiots. No hope was left for me here anymore. I only wish she would just come back and save me, just so I can feel the warmth and love from her. Mama would protect me from him, from all his evil and meanness and would get me out of here and to a better place. But she isn't here anymore."

I wrote down the sickening truth into my old journal. This old journal was the last thing I got from her. It's the only way to be able to stay sane in this shitty old town. But I always read as I wrote so someone might hear my pleas and save me.

I looked up from the pages, looking up at the edge of the swamp waters. My heart skipped a beat, because when I saw what was on the other side of the swamp, I was the happiest girl in the world. There he was, just sitting there. He was always there every time I come out here. He just sits on the edge of the water listening and watching me out here on this little homemade raft. This is where I felt the safest, and where I felt at home, especially when he was out here with me. This place, this swamp, this is my only home.

I looked up at the dark sky above me. The moon was as full as can be, my favorite time to come out to the swamp. Every month when the moon is full I come out here to sit and write, to let myself relax for at least a brief moment. I run away to this spot every full moon, I ran away all night and when the dawn breaks to the sky I have to go back. I run away so I have to go to jail for a night, but I have my own cell thanks to my mama's old friend. No one has ever found this spot, and I mean nobody dares come out here but me... and him.

He sits in that one spot, not moving. His face was dark because he wore a cowboy hat. The only part of his face I could see was his bright smile. But he wore the same thing all the time as well. A black t-shirt that clung to his abs, a unbuttoned flannel shirt, an old faded pair of blue jeans, and black boots. I've seen a lot of boys around town try to pull it off, but only he looked good in it. I had a crush on this mysterious country boy, even though I don't know anything about him and he knows everything about me.

I smiled at him. He tilted his head and grinned at me. My face heated up to a boil. I knew I was blushing and hard, like I always did when he even looked in my direction. I looked at the water, hoping to hide my face. He chuckled at me as I did. I looked deep into the swamp water. Darkness. That's all that was there. A beautiful darkness, like him. A Darkness that makes you want to sleep in the day and stay up and watch the stars and look at the beautiful moon. Feeling safe sitting in the swamp or woods, not having to care about what or who was out there with you. A Darkness you could fall in love with.

It wasn't an evil darkness, like my step father. A Darkness that clung to you and made you fear the night. The sense of something dangerous that hunts you and makes you feel horrible pain. Darkness is what kept this town growing. It's all we have ever had, no sunlight. Just gray clouds at the daytime and pitch black at night. Never has there been a blue sky, and everyone has a tan, well everyone but me. I was as pale as a ghost, I spent my whole life growing up here and I hate it. I'm the only kid homeschooled and I am the only girl in town who isn't a whore or hasn't lost her virginity. It was like some kind of backwater town from hell.

"Boo!" shouted a voice.

I quickly looked up to see who said it. I then realized that it was him and... he was gone. My heart sank to the bottom of my little stomach. I felt the pain of being alone once again. The pain that makes you feel alone and like you're gonna drop dead. I felt tears swell up in my eyes. I hugged my bear closer to my large chest. I looked down at my little hands and my small stomach. I sighed and grabbed the ore next to me. Slowly, I paddled to shore. I tied up my little raft and grabbed my bag and bear, walking into the tall swamp grasses.